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Feb. 24th, 2007 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI actually got a fair amount of stuff done today, if assorted handicrafts count as stuff...
I hemmed the second of two baby-blue flannel receiving blankets for my cousin Sandra's impending spawning event. As I have known since the birth of my friend Julie's first kid (who is now a teenager), receiving blankets are what people actually USE around babies. They're for drying off wet babies and for mopping up assorted baby-fluid spills and for covering up the baby and for putting the baby down on while changing same and for a myriad of other uses where a 40" square, soft, machine-washable, absorbant, not-expensive blanket is just the thing. Whether she wants them or not, she's getting two hemmed flannel receiving blankets from me. I UNDERSTAND that she already has an heirloom baby quilt done in stunning white satin and I UNDERSTAND that it's very practical by way of being washable. But satin doesn't wipe up baby vomit (adorably, this is called spit-up by parents and other interested parties) worth a damn. Since I cut up my dead flannel top sheet and recycled the bottom half into two flannel baby blankets, I don't really give a shit what happens to them. If she actually uses them for the aforementioned purposes, that's good. If she throws them away, I've lost about an hour of time and absolutely no money.
I finished sewing around the iron-on patches on the ripped knees of my work pants. In a perfect world, my work pants would not rip out the knees as soon as they became comfortable to wear. In a less-perfect world, jeans might rip out the knees but they'd be fixable by iron-on patches that stayed the fuck on just by ironing. However, in my life experience with iron-on technology, what happens is that the patches iron on and look like they're going to hold and then you wash the jeans and those patches dey be all rollin' up and shit like dey scrolls or sumpfin. (I spent the mending time watching the first season of The Wire, which I am now done with. I will be returning same to the babysitter to whom it belongs at next weekend's Pirates viewing.) If you actually want your iron-on patches to adhere to your raggedy-ass jeans, you have to iron them on and let them cool off and then sew them around the edges. It's a bit of a pain in the ass, but it's way better than having scroll-y rollups going on.
It is entirely possible that iron-on technology has improved in the approximately thirty years since I've actually worn anything with iron-on patches, but since I can still pull the memories of nasty rollup action from the mists ofAvalon time, I figure better safe than sorry on the sewing front. (Persons who suggest that I go out and buy new pants to get paint on will be soundly spanked in an unerotic way. Not only are these pants still quite functional, they're broken-in and very comfortable. We're talking three pairs of jeans, here.)
I also mostly finished the bathroom mat I've been knitting since nearly forever ago. I need to measure out the width I'd like and then make that so, but it wasn't convenient to do that while watching television so I didn't. It can wait until tomorrow.
Finally, I worked some on the corrugated ribbing for the HoHI (revived after a lengthy coma) and re-charted the chart for the new, improved stitch count. I still need to print it out, but that's on the agenda for at-work on Monday. There should be lots of progress on the HoHI on Tuesday because I have to take grandma to the eye doctor and, as we are all aware, that's an all-day affair with rather a lot of sitting around for me. Note to self: Get clarification on the seriousness of eye floaties.
I hemmed the second of two baby-blue flannel receiving blankets for my cousin Sandra's impending spawning event. As I have known since the birth of my friend Julie's first kid (who is now a teenager), receiving blankets are what people actually USE around babies. They're for drying off wet babies and for mopping up assorted baby-fluid spills and for covering up the baby and for putting the baby down on while changing same and for a myriad of other uses where a 40" square, soft, machine-washable, absorbant, not-expensive blanket is just the thing. Whether she wants them or not, she's getting two hemmed flannel receiving blankets from me. I UNDERSTAND that she already has an heirloom baby quilt done in stunning white satin and I UNDERSTAND that it's very practical by way of being washable. But satin doesn't wipe up baby vomit (adorably, this is called spit-up by parents and other interested parties) worth a damn. Since I cut up my dead flannel top sheet and recycled the bottom half into two flannel baby blankets, I don't really give a shit what happens to them. If she actually uses them for the aforementioned purposes, that's good. If she throws them away, I've lost about an hour of time and absolutely no money.
I finished sewing around the iron-on patches on the ripped knees of my work pants. In a perfect world, my work pants would not rip out the knees as soon as they became comfortable to wear. In a less-perfect world, jeans might rip out the knees but they'd be fixable by iron-on patches that stayed the fuck on just by ironing. However, in my life experience with iron-on technology, what happens is that the patches iron on and look like they're going to hold and then you wash the jeans and those patches dey be all rollin' up and shit like dey scrolls or sumpfin. (I spent the mending time watching the first season of The Wire, which I am now done with. I will be returning same to the babysitter to whom it belongs at next weekend's Pirates viewing.) If you actually want your iron-on patches to adhere to your raggedy-ass jeans, you have to iron them on and let them cool off and then sew them around the edges. It's a bit of a pain in the ass, but it's way better than having scroll-y rollups going on.
It is entirely possible that iron-on technology has improved in the approximately thirty years since I've actually worn anything with iron-on patches, but since I can still pull the memories of nasty rollup action from the mists of
I also mostly finished the bathroom mat I've been knitting since nearly forever ago. I need to measure out the width I'd like and then make that so, but it wasn't convenient to do that while watching television so I didn't. It can wait until tomorrow.
Finally, I worked some on the corrugated ribbing for the HoHI (revived after a lengthy coma) and re-charted the chart for the new, improved stitch count. I still need to print it out, but that's on the agenda for at-work on Monday. There should be lots of progress on the HoHI on Tuesday because I have to take grandma to the eye doctor and, as we are all aware, that's an all-day affair with rather a lot of sitting around for me. Note to self: Get clarification on the seriousness of eye floaties.
